Meeting with the Circle

[Alessandra]

The center of the room contained a desk that was a rich dark mahogany. It was large enough for her to work on multiple things, but not too large to overshadow her.

The butterflies were placed here and there, adding her own unique style to the room.

On the desk was the standard items on it, papers, small lamp, a computer. There was also a tall glass dome. Beside the glass dome was another one, this one held the same brightly colored butterflies, but had a darker, sinister twist to it. There was a skull in this one, with the butterflies placed artfully around it. Another skull with butterflies on it was placed on a shelf behind her.

There wasn’t really art on the walls. But there were shadow boxes placed around the room with various colors of pinned butterflies. Some blue, some green and some a mixture.

Maybe not something you would expect from the Savage, nor would many expect or know that she pinned them herself. Next to cleaning her guns, it relaxed her.

Playing softly from speakers placed around the room was Beethoven.

The wall behind the seating area had a painting hanging, The Young Martyr, a small light hanging above it. Illuminating it softly.

Two new chairs sat in front of the desk, Italian made and a deep shade of brown. Pretty much on the side, closer to Ale than the other chairs, was a very nice red velvet chair, obviously reserved. There was also a seating area was set in one of the corners. Which had two chairs and a couch around a coffee table. There were lamps on that offered a soft and comfortable glow, nothing too bright.

Ale sat behind the desk, and Cain laid at her feet, between her and the door. And while he might look relaxed, he was ever on high alert, ears twitching, eyes watching. Ale wore a light grey oversized gauzy shirt, one shoulder exposed, her long hair down.

Hanging on the back of her seat was her holster, two guns nestled in it.

The door was open.
deltadream Twist Mable Wood Psychangel Alice Hart Saber Sloth

[Mable Wood]

Mable was working down the hall from Ale. Looking up at the clock she realized it as almost time. She got up, grabbed a pen and paper. Heading down to the Princes's office she smoothed down her peach colored shirt over her grey slacks.

She paused at the open door before giving it a soft wrap with her knuckles.

[Alice Hart]

Alice arrives by car, Lyssa talking to the driver. While Alice muses on the distance between her Haven and the Nox. How before the weight and teeth and pressure she would have been down the hall from the Prince that called a meeting, not miles away and needing to keep a schedule.

Wearing, an approximate to her fire ruined robe, deferring to the location, but allowing for the topic. A halter top with a plunging v, her bloody red, silver moon on display between her breasts. A flowing skirt, long, hitting the floor, and hiding away her sandals, where she wanted to be barefoot. All in black. Alice can hear her ghoul telling the uber driver something about a jacket or pain and beauty.

Nearly November, right. It was cold outside. Pity.

Finding her way to the back, and then down the stairs, she steels herself against the onslaught of monsters. The Wraith writhes, twitching and twisting. Gnawing and clawing. She can feel it's teeth on her neck, jaws snapping as she fights to keep herself rooted.

"Greetings." forces it's way passed her clenched jaw, wondering who was in front of her. Feeling out of sorts, feels the foreign and familiar, and not knowing what is which.

[Twist]

There was no mistaking the individual ahead of her. Whilst it had been no small amount of time since Twist last saw the white hair, the ghoul leading the way patiently, she knew who it was. Alice Hart.

A smile flickered across her face. She had heard rumors of course, but it was nice to see the truth of them. Hurrying after the Doll, Twist let her footfalls become heavy as she came the last few steps, announcing her arrival to both Alice and Mable who stood at the doorway.

As her Beast snarled and provided images of red red blood so pretty against the walls, the peach of a shirt, the white of hair, Twist pushed back. Resisting the urges, feeling the strain of Beast against Woman. In the end, the Beast was held back though, caged again.

"Keeper" she greeted with a nod toward Mable, "And not alone! It is good to see you again." Twist's added greeting to Alice was warm, the smile she couldn't see, heard in her tone.

And past them, Ale. Allowing the other two women to precede her into the room, Twist would offer Ale a curtsy and a murmured greeting as she entered. Straightening, she caught sight of the new chair, and a delighted smile briefly appeared. She held off on sitting though, waiting and allowing Ale to direct the tone of the meeting first.

[Alessandra]

The press of the weaker Beast was felt before Ale heard the knock. Her own Beast snarls, whispering in her ear how much fun it would be to peel the flesh from her Cousins body. Cain’s head lifted and hatred filled eyes locked onto Mable.

Pushing her thoughts of murder aside, Ale smiles, “Keeper Wood, please, come in.” invites the Savage as she stands.

Now Alice made quite a sight. The black practically jumping out against the pale skin of the Haunt. But it was striking, and looked stunning on her. Thankfully, there was no Beast to anger hers, and the smile returned, though Alice couldn’t see it, she could hear it, “Miss Hart, please come in as well.” She wished Alice could see her office, she the butterflies. Maybe Lyssa could describe them to her one day.

Hearing and then seeing Twist, Ale smiled once again and bowed her head in respect, "Archon Twist, good evening." Secretly, there was a little part of her, deep inside, walled away, that hoped Twist liked the chair. She had it imported from Italy, with the finest velvet.

“Please, have a seat.” Dark eyes looking to each Kindred, a hand gesturing to the seats. “I hope everyone has been well.” She begins.

[Mable Wood]

The two kindred who arrived had cloaked beasts, however, the Prince did not. Mable's own beast wanted a fight. Beast was never a practical one, and would fight anything. Mable however, was more practical and knew it would be death. She counted in her head again to help calm beast and keep in control.

Mable gave a bow to the Prince before entering.

"Good evening." Mable said simply to everyone present.

Mable sat in one of the brown chairs furthest from the door in order to allow Alice better access to the other chair. Looking around the room Mable notes the details and smiled at the beautiful butterflies on display.

[Alice Hart]

"It is good to hear you voice," A slight tease, misshapen into something ugly. Though Alice gives the Archon a bow. Then one to Mabel, now knowing who the other presence is.

As they are greeted, Alice bows again, "Your Grace." a smirk, wide and sharp across Alice's petal pink lips. Feeling awkward and scandalous for addressing Ale thus.

Stepping heavily upon the floor, she gains the information needed to find her seat, and take it.

"This night has found me well, thank you. And yourself?" said, beginning the round of pleasantries.

[Twist]

Twist’s smile remained, crinkling the corners of her eyes at Alice’s returned greeting. If she noticed the shifted sound of the words, but ignored it.

As Ale gave them leave to sit, Twist moved to the velvet chair with an assurance that she had the right to it. She was Ale’s Hound. And with no Seneschal around to claim rights to be at the Prince’s side ...

Fingers traced along the fabric briefly, for sake of the meeting getting started. As she heard Mabel and Alice settle into their own seats, she followed suit. Folding into the soft cushions, she turned her attention to the conversation beginning.

[Alessandra]

A nod was given as Mable sat down, and the smile was noted, “Something you like in my office?” she asks, curious.

She wonders if there was a better way to accommodate Alice in Nox. Not that she would assume to believe the Haunted needed it, but if she could make things easier for her, why not? Something to ask her later, in private.

“I cannot really complain, thank you for asking.” She had always been impressed with how polite Alice could be, and could not be if pushed. An interesting balance, one she found fun to watch.

Once Twist had settled, there was a nod. And she makes a mental note to ask her if she liked the chair later. If not, it wouldn’t be hard to get it changed to suit the Daeva’s tastes.

Looking back to Mable and Alice, “Thank you for agreeing to sit down and talk with me. I felt it was important to discuss a few things that pertain not only to your Covenant, but the Domain as well.” She begins, “I’ve felt a distance with the Crone, growing more steadily over time. So I think we should put any misconceptions at rest, and clear the air so to speak. I want us to have a good working relationship, but there have been individuals that have hindered that.” Looking directly to the current Crone, “Keeper Wood, Miss Hart, I would like to know where the Circle stands on that matter.”

[Mable Wood]

Mable smiled softly, "Yes, I really enjoy the butterflies." She answers truthfully.

Once everyone is settled Ale gets directly to what the meeting was about. Mable really appreciates that, so many work around the edges before getting to the point. That makes trust difficult.

"What do you mean by distance?" Mable asked. "I have been trying to keep you up to date on things which I have been working on. Is there more you need from me?" Mable was confused because she had been giving regular reports and the last court was at the Crone Temple. And Ale never asked about anything she was doing as a Crone.

It would be interesting to hear from Alice.